Without Answers

I get confused when bad things happen to good people, but it happens all the time, doesn’t it?

An old friend is going through a significant health crisis, and I have to admit, I have questions.

Questions for Him.

Someone once told me we aren’t supposed to ask God, “Why?” but that isn’t biblical.

Scripture is full of people asking “why.”

The Psalms especially give language to suffering with its many “why” prayers.

Jesus even asked it once.

So, I think we can ask God why, as long as we don’t stop trusting Him while we ask.

While we’re waiting.

While we’re hurting.

And that can be hard.

I may never get the answer to my why, and I’m learning to live with that.

Some pain doesn’t come with explanations.

Sometimes perspective comes years later, and sometimes it doesn’t come at all.

I may feel helpless, but I’m praying, and prayer is not nothing.

After all, isn’t prayer just love reaching for Heaven?

What can be better than that?

I know my friend and his family are faithful people.

That gives me more hope, too.

We’re holding on, even with questions in our hands.

“Lord, be near.”

And that’s my entire prayer for today.